Chapter 9

"How are you doing?" Roger asks me as I sip my drink. I've been sitting here for the past hour, nursing the same glass of rum, while my mind's been distracted.

Leisha said to take the night off and give myself a chance to deal with the bullshit that is the guys; so here I am, using alcohol as a distraction. Not the best idea, but I don't do drugs.

"I honestly can't answer that right now." I sigh, placing the glass down on the bar top.

"So, that was them, wasn't it?" he asks me, giving me a knowing look.

"Sadly, yes." I let out a dry laugh. "Maybe I shouldn't have been so dead-set on not knowing anything about them or their career. If I knew they were in the city, maybe I could have avoided them."

"Even if you did, you couldn't have known that of all the places, they would have come here."

"True," I sigh, turning on the stool to face him. "I have no clue what to do about all of this. Plus, knowing them and seeing how they reacted last night, I don't think they're just going to leave. Any chance Travis could maybe ban them from coming back? Isn't there a rule about putting their hands on the staff?"

Roger lets out an annoyed huff. "There is, but they've already found a way around that. They called and spoke to Travis. Guess someone they know is a very big client here and vouched for them on their behalf. I don't know if that means they're going to be back tonight or not, but I was told to let them in if they do. On the other hand, Travis did say I could kick them out if they caused any more issues, though."

"Wonderful," I mutter, my belly twisting with nerves.

After I embarrassingly bawled my eyes out in Leisha's arms last night, she helped me down to my apartment. I was all cried out and just laid there in bed, staring at the wall.

Seeing them again brought everything back, and I still don't know how to feel about it. I've thought about this from time to time over the years despite trying my best to keep them from my mind.

What would their excuse even be for never coming back for me and leaving me behind?

"If they give you a hard time, you come see me." He pats me on the shoulder before leaving.

"Are you okay?" Glade asks.

"Nope." I down the rest of my drink before slamming the glass on the table. "But that's life."

I'M DRUNK. OKAY, NOTlike drunk-drunk, but I sure am feeling good. I may have brought one of the bottles from the bar down to my apartment and have been drowning my sorrows for the past few hours.

"Stupid boys," I groan, bringing the bottle to my lips and whining when there's nothing left. "Stupid bottle." I toss it to the ground, making it thunk against the plush carpet.

When I sit up, the world feels a little spinny, so I close my eyes and wait for it to stop. "Can't believe I'm hiding down here. They might not even be here tonight. I'm gonna go upstairs and have some fun. It's my night off, and fuck them if I'm going to let them turn me into a scared little omega."

Okay, maybe I am drunk, seeing how I'm having an argument with myself in the mirror.

"Yeah. You"re a badass bitch," I slur to my reflection as I stagger closer to the mirror. "You shouldn't let anyone make you feel like you need to hide." I grab my alpha-blocker spray and inhale it before I nod at myself. "I'm going upstairs. I'm gonna hang out with my girls and have a good time. Maybe find me a sexy alpha for the night." I grin and head toward my door.

The walk up the stairs seems like it's a lot harder than I remember, but I finally get to the top.

"You got this, Jade," I encourage myself. "Smile and pretend everything is alright."

The club is alive, the music is loud, the drinks are flowing, and the alphas are pissing money away just like we love to see.

"Jade, are you okay?" Annika, one of the omegas who works here, asks me as I stumble over to the bar and take a seat on a stool.

"Hey, sweet cheeks." I grin, and her brows go up. "I'm just peachy."

"She's just drunk," Glade chuckles.

"You look really pretty," I sigh, reaching up to touch Annika's beautiful wavy brown hair.

"Thanks." She laughs. "Should we be worried?" she asks Glade.

"She's gonna be fine. It's just boy trouble."

"Oh." Annika looks down at me with concern written on her pretty face. "I didn't know you were seeing anyone."

I snort out a laugh. "Fuck no. I don't do relationships. These are three assholes who fucked me real good." I blink a few times when Glade laughs. "I mean fucked me over. God, I wish they fucked me. They're so fucking sexy." My eyes go wide, and I grab onto Annika's arm. "Did you know they have tattoos now! Like holy-fucking-shit. Talk about slick city down there, if you know what I mean."

"Okay, who are you, and what have you done with Jade?" Annika asks. "I don't think I've ever heard you talk like this."

"Drunk Jade is fun." Glade grins.

"I'm always fun," I huff.

"You, no more drinking," Annika scolds. "I got to get back to the Spades room."

"Byeeee." I wave after her.

"Hey, Glade, could I get a few scotch on the rocks?" Elena asks.

"Hey, you think I'm fun, right?" I ask her.

She gives me a puzzled look. "Ahh, sure?" She gives me a shy smile. "I don't know you that well, but I'd say so."

"Good. Good." I nod. "Hit me, Glade... with a drink, I mean. But hey, if you wanna knock me out for a few days, I'd be down for that too."

Glade looks like she's trying not to laugh, but I don't really know what"s so funny. "Here, babe." She slides me a glass, and I down it.

"Ahh, that was good. Didn't even taste the alcohol."

"Good," she chuckles. "Have another."

I down that glass, too, but something seems... off.

"Okay, these don't taste good. They don't taste like anything," I huff, taking a sniff of my glass. "Is this water?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

Glade just grins and goes to serve another customer.

"Sneaky girl. I'm going to pee," I grumble.

Not wanting to use the restrooms that the clients use, I move upstairs to the break room. When I'm done, I wash my hands and head back down to the bar. I'm not going to drink anymore, but I'll keep Glade company. Or maybe the other way around.

When I get there, I find Ruby, another omega who works here, picking up a drink order.

"Hey, Jade."

"Hi." I give her a small smile as I take a seat on one of the stools.

She picks the tray up, holding it on one hand. "Just wanted to let you know that the guys from last night are here."

My stomach drops, and my palms grow sweaty, but I do my best to come across unaffected. "Oh, really?" I ask, drumming my fingers on the bar top.

"Yeah. I just wanted you to have a heads up... in case you run into them."

"Thanks for that. Any chance you know where they are, just so I can avoid them?"

She gives me a nervous look. "Ah, well... they actually booked a room."

My heart rate picks up. "I'm sorry. They what?" I blink at her, trying not to freak the fuck out. Booking a room in this place only means one thing.

"They booked a room," she repeats, looking at Glade and then me like she said something she shouldn't have.

"With who?" I screech, my voice cracking a little. I'm really starting to freak the fuck out now.

"Lisa."

"Oh, really..." I nod, letting out a nervous laugh. "They booked a room with Lisa," I parrot, nodding my head slowly. I probably look like a crazy woman right about now. "By any chance, would you know what room?"

"Ahh..." She swallows, regretting mentioning this to me. "Two Of A Kind."

I nod again, looking at Glade, who's giving me a knowing smirk. "Thanks for telling me. Not that I care or anything."

"No problem," she says slowly before turning around and leaving.

"Jade," Glade says in a warning tone as I stand back up.

"I'm gonna go. Night!" I wave, not bothering to look at her, as I turn around and head straight for the stairs.

Are they fucking crazy?! How dare they come into my work, my safe place, and shake everything up. And then they have the fucking balls to book a room with another omega to fuck her.

It's not one of my finest moments, and I shouldn't care. I really shouldn't. But I'm pissed. Really pissed. And not just about the fact they're here again, fucking another girl.

It's the fact that I'm jealous. I'm so damn jealous it's making me half sick to my stomach, half wanting to rip Lisa off their dicks and beat the shit out of her. And that"s not fair to poor Lisa, she's only doing her job.

But can she go do her job some other place and not with my alphas?

My alphas? Where the hell did that come from? They are not my alphas. But fucking hell, why did a part of my drunk mind wish they were?

By the time I get to the top of the stairs, I'm vibrating, so worked up I feel like I'm gonna puke.

It's only when I'm halfway down the hall that I realize I don't have a key to the room. I could bang on the door, but I want to catch them by surprise. I don't want to give them the opportunity to talk their way out of it, and they can't if I see it with my own two eyes.

As I walk to Travis' office, there's a war waging inside my head. Part of me thinks I'm being stupid. That I shouldn't care this much and I should just turn around, go back to my apartment to get some sleep. But I'm drunk, and I'm about to make some pretty stupid choices.

The other part of me is screaming that they"re mine. That the past six years doesn't mean shit because they are mine, and I will stab anyone who touches them.

Seems like drunk me forgot about the fact that they"re rock stars and probably fucked hundreds of women by now.

That thought has me snarling.

Thankfully, Travis is not in his office when I get there. Quickly, I grab a master key card and head back out.

"Stupid fucking boys," I grumble to myself as I storm down the hall. "And their stupid alpha dicks. How dare they come here. How dare they fuck Lisa. Stupid fucking Lisa." I pause, sighing as the guilt hits me. "No, Lisa isn't stupid. They are. They suck. I hate them."

I keep repeating that over and over until I'm stopping in front of the door to the Two Of A Kind room. My heart pounds in my chest as I try to prepare myself for what I'm about to see. God, I must be some kind of masochist or something to willingly put myself through what I'm about to do.

Leaning forward, I put my ear to the door and try to listen. I wait and wait but... nothing. Not a single sound.

And then I remember that the rooms are soundproof.

"Damn it," I curse, feeling like an idiot. Grabbing the key card, I say fuck it and scan it. Just rip the band-aid off, Jade. Go in there and call them out on their shit. Tell them to get the fuck out of here and never come back.

The lock clicks, blinking green, and with the courage the alcohol gave me, I push the door open. "Alright, boys, party's over. Put your dicks away and get the fu—"

The door clicks shut behind me, my chin practically hitting the ground as I gape at the scene before me.

They're not fucking Lisa, that"s for sure. Lisa is not even here. But there sure is fucking going on in this room.

My belly tightens, heat filling my core as my nipples harden, pressing against the thin fabric of my shirt. Slick gushes out of me, soaking my panties as my eyes—my very shocked eyes—slowly travel over the guys.

The guys who are fucking like animals right in front of me. Grunts and groans fill the air, making me shiver in arousal.

"Jade," Zane growls, my eyes snapping over to his.

He gives me this cocksure grin as he grips Everett's hips roughly, thrusting into him with a force that sends Everett forward, which causes him to gag on Griffin's cock. "Nice of you to join us."